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Used to wake up to the sound of bottles,

Echoes dancing down the hall.

Tried to drown my pain in silence,

But it never helped at all.

Every promise that I whispered

Fell apart before the dawn,

I was losing more than memories —

I was losing who I was

But there’s only so much breaking one heart can endure,

Till you start sweeping up what’s left and want something pure

Now the glass is on the floor, but I’m not anymore,

I found my feet, I found my breath, I don’t need that war.

The nights were long, but I made it through the storm,

Yeah, I’ve been bruised, but now I’m born —

The glass is on the floor

There were friends I left in shadows,

There were tears I never cried,

Every shot felt like forgiveness

Till I saw it in their eyes.

But somewhere in that quiet morning,

When the ache had lost its spark,

I chose the light instead of liquor,

And I walked out of the dark

Now I toast to the days I thought I’d never see,

A heart unchained, a soul set free

Now the glass is on the floor, but I’m not anymore,

I found my feet, I found my breath, I don’t need that war.

The nights were long, but I made it through the storm,

Yeah, I’ve been bruised, but now I’m born —

The glass is on the floor.

It’s not forgetting, it’s forgiving,

Every scar a sign I’m living.

I still hear the echoes sometimes,

But they fade when I close my eyes.

Now the glass is on the floor, and I’m walking through that door,

Into mornings made of peace I never knew before.

The nights were long, but I made it through the storm,

Yeah, I’ve been broken, now I’m reborn —

The glass is on the floor.

And I’m never going back for more.

The glass is on the floor.